#vamptress

[cagg1969]

[cagg1969]

[aleximedicusa]

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.  /  @vamptress​ asked: she’s 5′3″ without heels... pocket vamp

it’s okay he’s not that much taller

[altarcup]

𝖆𝖛𝖆  +  𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖊       ➳      believe  me,    i’m  doing  you  a  favor.       @vamptress

❛❛     oh  ?     ❜❜                       a  laugh  bubbles  up,        comes  out  tinted  with  surprise.        almost  human,        unwittingly  the  perfect  performance.        it  is  true  delight         –––––––––––––––         for  this,        alice  hadn’t  anticipated.

 𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚂𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙻  𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚂𝙴𝚂  𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈  𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚂  𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙷𝙰𝚂.

her  gift,        a  curse.        alice  sits,        obedient,        and  runs  an  icy  palm  over  fine  throw  pillows.        marvels  at  the  texture.               ❛❛    if  you’re  so  sure,        then         –––––––––––––––         by  all  means.        show  me  your  great  accomplishments.     ❜❜

[altarcup]

𝖆𝖛𝖆  +  𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖙       ➳      i    . . .    i  must  have  been  drunk.       @vamptress

 ❛❛     drunk  ?     ❜❜                       Iestat,        too,        is  a  thespian.        loved  by  all  who  saw  him  play,        bathed  in  applause  on  the  stages  of  old  paris.        he  has  seen  her  in  what  they  call  ‘movies’,        and  though  flat   /   lacking  magic                (  it  will  take  him  some  time  to  love  the  silver  screen  )                –––––––––––––––         there  sure  is  a  charm  to  ava’s  performance,        a  distinct  type  of  grace  to  her  movements.        perhaps  this  is  why  he  forgives  her  obvious  lie  before  it  is  fully  spoken.        how  could  he  blame  her  ?

 𝙷𝙴  𝙸𝚂  𝚂𝚄𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙽  𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  𝙸𝙽  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺,        𝙰  𝙵𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴  𝙽𝙾𝚂𝙵𝙴𝚁𝙰𝚃𝚄  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙷𝙴𝚁  𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴.

 stalking  the  room  like  a  sleek  animal,        flourish  outdated  and  intense.        he  resembles  his  own  sire’s  shadow,        though  more  beautiful,        more  magnificent.        and  it  was  not  Iestat  who  imbibed  in  her,        gifted  her.        no         –––––––––––––––         this  time,        for  once,        he’s  innocent.        why  is  he  here,        then  ?          well,        our  hero  just  so  happens  to  be  curious  enough  to  make  ava  doyle’s  business  his  own.                ❛❛     drunk  on  what,        child  ?    ❜❜

[crowpyre-a]

eyes   squint   as   they            quite   shamelessly            study   her   features   ,                  finding   them   to   be   familiar.               why?            he   hasn’t   the   slightest   inkling   at   the   moment.            many   faces   have   come   in   and   out   of   his   life   over   a   rather   eventful   century.      a   friend   or   a   foe?            pretty   sure   she   still   wouldn’t   be   breathing   if   it   were   the   latter.         scrutiny   is   continued   while   drinking   a   glass   of   bourbon.      then,      suddenly,         a   lightbulb   goes   off.         he   can   picture   her   now,         on   his   big   screen.         many   of   her   horror   films   serving   as   comedic   relief.         they   were   terribly   cheesy   and   got   the   supernatural   all   wrong.         if   she   were   here   now,         then   that   had   to   mean   she   became   her   work.      or   it   could   be   possible   that   this   was   a   relative   who   looked   almost         identical.         stranger   things   have   happened.         either   way,         color   him   intrigued.         form   moves   down   a   few   stools,            leaning   towards   the   other   with   signature   smirk      adorning   expression.                        “            has   anyone   ever   told   you   that   you   have   a   face   made   for            the   silver   screen?            “   

@vamptress​ .

[hurtemback]

we all go a little mad sometimes.

"Yeah, normally the type of people who say that tend to go mad a lot of the time. Speakin' from personal experience. Welcome to the madhouse." Faith tilted her drink, getting a taste of whiskey on her lips, then paused. A moment passed before she set her drink on the bar surface with a clunk and finally looked at the woman. "I know what you are. You know what I am? Just how mad are we talkin' here?"

[swtorfounder]

The Vamptress. Photo by JPaull.